Voices mix and blend
hymns of light, love and healing.
Friends in Harmony meet,
we sing blues, folk and gospel.
After the community sing,
I leave refreshed,
take a gift of music
into the peace of a moonless night.
Lyrics drive with me,
parts we sang hum in my skin,
tag along for a restful sleep
at Still Point Center.
A majestic white hawk left the sky at dusk,
cirrus streams trail the sky in her wake,
an arch of light swoops,
illuminates the heavens
over dark woods and fields.
Accepting the Milk Way’s invitation,
I linger outside on a bench.
Night, warm and hushed,
vibrates with earth songs.
In a deep expanse of constellations,
stars whisper, flicker, sing to each other,
welcomes echo, melodies flash,
partings quiver in notes and lullabies.
All sounds and memories
of life float in the universe.
and carries infinite concerts.
Anyone who listens hard
to swirls, sparks and specks
might hear a distant hawk screech
in flickering starlight.
Date Published: September 30, 2018